Psalms 57
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
Bodi mi usmiljen, oh Bog, bodi mi usmiljen, kajti moja duša zaupa vate. Da, v senci tvojih peruti si bom pripravil svoje zatočišče, dokler te katastrofe ne bodo minile.
2 I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
Klical bom k Bogu najvišjemu, k Bogu, ki zame opravlja vse stvari.
3 He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. (Selah) God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
Poslal bo z neba in me rešil pred grajo tistega, ki me hoče požreti. (Sela) Bog bo poslal svoje usmiljenje in svojo resnico.
4 My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
Moja duša je med levi in ležim celó med tistimi, ki so vneti z ognjem, celó človeškimi sinovi, katerih zobje so sulice in puščice ter njihov jezik oster meč.
5 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Bodi povišan, oh Bog, nad nebo, naj bo tvoja slava nad vso zemljo.
6 They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. (Selah)
Pripravili so mrežo za moje korake, moja duša je sklonjena. Zame so pred menoj izkopali jamo in v katere sredo so sami padli. (Sela)
7 Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
Moje srce je trdno, oh Bog, moje srce je trdno. Prepeval bom in dajal hvalo.
8 Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
Zbudi se kvišku, moja slava, zbudita se plunka in harfa. Jaz sam se bom prebudil zgodaj.
9 I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
Hvalil te bom, oh Gospod, med ljudstvom, prepeval ti bom med narodi.
10 For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
Kajti tvoje usmiljenje je veliko do neba in tvoja resnica do oblakov.
11 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Bodi povišan, oh Bog, nad nebo. Naj bo tvoja slava nad vso zemljo.
